other prayers and poetry

For the Spring Equinox

Lie fallow, lie still. Let the loam overtake you. Drink deep of snow-melt and be warmed by the sun. The Sower is coming, and soon will rend you. Bones and blood will break and spill, and sacred grain shall take your place. You gentle fertilizer, child of sacred filth, rest your eyes and rise anew, changed.

Merytnebthut 2025

Prayer to Kybele

Meter Theon, Phrygiana, Thundering drums and clashing cymbals announce Your arrival. Clamorous, joyous noise enwraps You, a golden pall of frenzied delight. Pleased are You with the sounds of laughter, of flutes, of footfalls. Kybele, Most High, Blessed Idaean Mother, Your lion-led chariot laden with flowers, I sing Your names, I bow to Your radiant face. Hear my words, and be gladdened by them!

Merytnebthut, 2025

Poem - The Tears of My Lady

The Tears of My Lady fall hard; My world is engulfed with rains. Fresh as spring breezes, slick as mud, All is drenched, all is covered. She weeps, She sobs, for Her Brother, for all people. None know the mysteries of Grief and Despair so well as my Lady does. The beating of Her chest, the shrieking sobs that rack Her body, The dirt and dust She throws in Her face in absolute submission to the mysteries. There is nothing to be done. As my world is engulfed with rains, The Tears of My Lady fall hard.